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One forgotten soul on its final way |
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There is no place called home, no place to stay |
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Sinking down on his knees, taking a final breath |
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There is no helping hand, nothing left except his death |
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No one prays, no one cries for him |
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Such a strange mad world, without compassion |
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Another pain - it will hurt me once more |
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Another fight - I am rotten to the core |
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This world is deaf - no ears will hear my cry |
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This world is blind - no eyes will see that I die |
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In your arms, where are you? |
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Who will care about this boy tomorrow? |
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Who will talk to those living in sorrow? |
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All is lost in despair, all is lost and forgotten |
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We seem to leave it behind, we leave it rotten |
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If we are looking for a way to destroy ourselves |
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We can congratulate ourselves 'cause the way we go |
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Is right |
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No one prays, no one cries for him |
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Such a strange mad world, without compassion |
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Another pain - it will hurt me once more |
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Another fight - I am rotten to the core |
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This world is deaf - no ears will hear my cry |
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This world is blind - no eyes will see that I die |
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In your arms, where are you? |
